like bookends on a soft red couch my heels upon your hips your feet upon my chest I rub your toes and you go away into a mind of lighter thoughts lucid I feel my eyelids close and see a woman in her garden a ladybug lands upon her braid and asks about the offering like a fog between the there and then and mist upon the now I walk into a shallow stream and balance on the pebbles the ladybug lands upon my wrist an offering again she does insist compassion perhaps, I ask her and endurance was her answer
Oh Debbie, do I love your poetry. First I have to tell you when I saw the title in my e-mail reminder I was amused, remembering the title of my father's favorite book about mountain climbing...grizzly at best. What an about face when I read your first line and you took me to the places my mind loves to go....as if i had slipped immediately into yours and wished desperately I could be so bold as to pen the places my mind so privtley takes me lest I smie and divulge them to the one my feet bookend. I have learned so much from this poem and your style, a direction I need dare to take. I thank you so much for your lesson and for your amazing gift of poetry. I want to put you on my people I have to meet in this lifetime list. Now, I just have to go back and read again and again. YUM!
Love,
Taylor
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
Love,
Taylor
Love Tinka
Light and Wisdom ...
Fee
A full course meal is served on this poetic tray, and "endurance" sings life.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Ted
Peace & Light,
Joselyn